ormed a little
club that took its name from Colonel Baxter's estate, Merriweather
Manor, a delightful old mansion on the Hudson with its romantic story
of Revolutionary days when Lady Betty Merriweather reigned in its
stately rooms. Her story inspired the girls to find adventure in life
and to be true to their highest ideals.

In the story The Merriweather Girls and The Mystery of the Queen's Fan,
these four girls solved the problem of the stolen fan. They had tense
moments when it seemed as if they had failed, but they held on and won
out.

The next year a new member was added to their club. In The
Merriweather Girls, On Campers' Trail, they found Enid, then known as
Tilly, The Waif of the Woods. The girls with quick thinking, daring
and devotion were able to discover the girl's parents, and as a proof
of their gratitude, Judge Breckenridge and his wife had invited them on
this lovely vacation trip to Arizona.

Suddenly the train gave a little jerk and Bet looked up quickly to see
Enid Breckenridge staring at her. Each knew that the other had been
looking back for a moment and being thankful that they had met and were
now journeying together for a summer of happiness.

At that moment Sam's grinning face appeared at the door with the
announcement that lunch was ready. Enid jumped to her feet and
hastened to help her invalid mother to the table. Years of anxiety and
worry over her daughter's disappearance had broken her health.
Strength was coming back slowly and it was hoped that a summer in the
southwest would complete her recovery.

With the judge on one side and Enid on the other, the frail invalid
walked the few feet to the table. Her face was aglow with happiness.
Virginia Breckenridge was still young and the white hair only
emphasized the youthful lines of her face. She did not appear much
older than the group of girls who surrounded her at the table.

"Isn't this wonderful!" cried Bet in her enthusiastic way, waving her
hand toward the passing landscape. "I could keep on like this forever."

"So could I," laughed Joy. "But when do we get to Washington?"

"Not until four o'clock! Why all the hurry?" Shirley was enjoying her
day of travel. When the train stopped at stations she was all ready
with her camera in case some interesting bit presented itself. Shirley
was in her glory. Colonel Baxter's parting gift to her had been a new
camera and plenty of films, so Shirley felt that she could ta